章节九

“你讨厌他么？”听到这里我忍不住问，“或者喜欢他？所以刻意的躲着？”

"Do you hate him?" Unable to hold back, I asked, "Or do you like him? Is that why you're deliberately avoiding him?"

方茴摇了摇头，她轻轻的用手指抚摸着欢欢杯子上的小熊，指甲蹭过瓷面的声音和她轻柔的嗓音在变换的时空中形成了怀旧的调子。

Fang Hui shook her head. She gently traced the little bear on Huahuan's cup with her fingers, the sound of her nails scraping against the ceramic mingling with her soft voice, creating a nostalgic tune in the shifting time and space.

“不是喜欢也不是讨厌。你知道么，有那样的一种人，身上会散发光芒，在这样的光芒下面会感觉温暖而舒适，但距离太近的话，就会有些刺目了。

"It’s neither like nor hate. You know, there are certain people who radiate light, and under that light, it feels warm and comfortable, but being too close can be blinding.

而且在光的旁边，我会更加觉得自己黑暗。所以比起如此耀眼的陈寻，我可能是喜欢乔燃的。”

And next to the light, I feel even more aware of my own darkness. So compared to such a dazzling Chen Xun, I might prefer Qiao Ran."

我没有说话，继续的聆听了下去。

I remained silent and continued to listen.

然而，我想在那个年纪可以颠覆所有的可能和不可能。没有成熟的思维去让生活符合逻辑，所以光亮的陈寻和黑暗的方茴一样可以化学反应产生沉淀或气体。

However, I wanted to believe that at that age, one could overturn all possibilities and impossibilities. Without mature thinking to make life logical, the bright Chen Xun and the dark Fang Hui could chemically react to produce either a precipitate or a gas.

说到底，流年辗转，只因年少。

In the end, it all boiled down to the passage of time, simply because we were young.

中秋节的板报整整出了三天。

The Mid-Autumn Festival bulletin board took a full three days to complete.

第一天，何莎、陈寻、乔燃、小草都留下来帮忙。

On the first day, He Sha, Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Xiao Cao all stayed to help.

赵烨也趁机找了个理由没去训练，他对画画一窍不通，摸摸这个，玩玩那个，就是图个新鲜。

Zhao Ye took the opportunity to find a reason not to go to practice. He knew nothing about painting, just fiddling around with this and that for fun.

好几次，不是弄折了铅笔尖，就是踩了画纸，一点忙没帮上，倒是添了不少乱。

Several times, he either broke the pencil tip or stepped on the drawing paper, adding to the chaos rather than helping at all.

方茴再一次拯救被赵烨不小心拌断的油画棒时，禁不住苦笑着问他：“怎么不去训练？不是说好多女生都围着看呢么？”

As Fang Hui once again saved the oil pastels that Zhao Ye had accidentally broken, she couldn’t help but ask him with a wry smile, "Why aren’t you going to practice? Didn’t you say a lot of girls were around to watch?"

赵烨摆摆手说：“那帮小孩太小了，长得又那么爱国，没劲！我们队里都说，F中女生一回头，F中男生要跳楼；F中女生二回头，中东不再产石油；F中女生三回头，哈雷彗星撞地球；F中女生……”

Zhao Ye waved his hand and said, "Those kids are too young, and they look so patriotic, it’s no fun! Everyone on our team says, if the girls from F Middle School turn around, the boys will jump off the building; if they turn around a second time, the Middle East will stop producing oil; if they turn around a third time, Halley's Comet will hit the earth; if the girls from F Middle School..."

“嘿！你什么意思啊！”小草拿起毛笔使劲甩了一下说，“我们也都是F中女生，那不好啦？”

"Hey! What do you mean by that!" Xiao Cao said, picking up a brush and giving it a vigorous shake, "We're also F Middle School girls, isn't that bad?"

“啊！我的耐克！”赵烨望着背心上的大小水点一脸哀怨。

"Ah! My Nike!" Zhao Ye looked at the water spots on his tank top with a miserable expression.

乔燃趁机把他支走，说：“快去厕所冲冲，万一小草那笔没涮干净，就留下印了，要不我对称着再甩一道？”

Taking this chance, Qiao Ran pushed him away, saying, "Quickly go wash up in the restroom. If Xiao Cao's brush isn’t cleaned properly, it'll leave a mark. Otherwise, should I slap you again to match it?"

赵烨一溜烟跑了出去，方茴终于松了口气，陈寻好像看出了她的无奈，说：“你专心画你的，待会我去门口拦着，绝对不让他再进来了。

Zhao Ye dashed out, and Fang Hui finally let out a sigh of relief. Chen Xun seemed to see her helplessness and said, "You focus on your painting. I'll stand guard at the door, and I won't let him back in.

要是他再捣乱，我就朝楼下操场喊他的名字，他们教练就在下面呢，他最怕教练，肯定老实了。”

If he makes trouble again, I'll yell his name down to the playground; his coach is down there, and he's most afraid of the coach. He’ll definitely behave."

方茴低头一笑，收拾了一下重新开始。

Fang Hui smiled slightly as she lowered her head. She tidied up and started again.

她非常的认真，把自己家里能用到的颜料画笔全拿了来，先用铅笔在图纸画了草稿，然后标明图文格式。

She was very serious, bringing all the paint and brushes from her home that she could use. First, she sketched the draft on the paper with a pencil and marked it with text formats.

就连涮毛笔的水也一遍遍的去倒，说是怕颜色花掉。

She even kept pouring out the water she used to clean her brush, saying she was afraid the colors would mix.

可是因为赵烨的折腾，外加上小草何莎连说带笑，陈寻和乔燃又总是商量中秋联欢的事，人虽不少但能真正帮她的一个没有。

However, due to Zhao Ye's meddling, along with Xiao Cao and He Sha’s chatter and laughter, and Chen Xun and Qiao Ran constantly discussing the Mid-Autumn Festival celebration, though there were many people, none could truly help her.

所以第一天下来，仅仅出了个底稿。

So by the end of the first day, only the draft was completed.

第二天的情况也没好到哪去。

The situation on the second day didn’t improve much.

熬到第三天，赵烨和小草已经彻底放弃不来了，乔燃感冒，被方茴执意劝回了家，何莎因为有事也只待到六点就走了。

By the third day, Zhao Ye and Xiao Cao had completely given up on coming. Qiao Ran had a cold and was insisted by Fang Hui to go home. He Sha had to leave after six o'clock due to other matters.

最后，只剩下了陈寻和方茴两个人。

In the end, only Chen Xun and Fang Hui remained.

秋末的天黑得早，陈寻把教室里的灯全部打开。

In the early autumn, the days got dark early, and Chen Xun turned on all the lights in the classroom.

在明亮的日光灯下，趴在拼搭的课桌前的方茴，在画纸上映下了小小的影子。

Under the bright fluorescent lights, Fang Hui was hunched over the stacked desks, casting a small shadow on the drawing paper.

校园一片静寂，教室里只有笔尖、橡皮和纸张摩擦的声音，陈寻坐在一旁的椅子上，静静的看着方茴涂抹。

The campus was quiet, and in the classroom, the only sounds were the scratching of pen tips, the rubbing of erasers, and the rustling of paper, while Chen Xun sat quietly in a nearby chair, watching Fang Hui paint.

也许是交流太少，他格外的注意方茴的小动作。

Perhaps because of their limited communication, he paid special attention to Fang Hui’s small gestures.

比如她用手背把头发别到耳后，比如她轻轻用小指扫掉橡皮沫，比如她半低着头垂下眼说话。

Like how she tucked her hair behind her ear with her hand, how she gently brushed away the eraser shavings with her pinky, and how she spoke with her head slightly lowered, eyes downcast.

陈寻很喜欢看她这么做，虽然像小草那样梳着马尾巴，鼓起脸蛋把橡皮沫吹走，微笑着一边比划一边聊天也很可爱，但是他更中意方茴的这种别致的清淡味道。

Chen Xun loved watching her do these things. Although it was also very cute to see someone like Xiao Cao with a ponytail puffing up her cheeks to blow away the eraser shavings while smiling and chatting, he preferred Fang Hui’s unique, subtle charm.

“你看看这行字歪么？”方茴抬起头，恰巧应上了陈寻的目光，她脸一红，忽闪着眼睛急忙躲开了。

"Do you think these characters are slanted?" Fang Hui lifted her head and just happened to meet Chen Xun's gaze. Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away.

陈寻走过来，端正的看了看说：“不歪，一点都不歪！这字真好看，怎么和你平时写的不一样？”

Chen Xun walked over, looked properly, and said, "Not slanted at all! They look really nice. Why are they different from what you usually write?"

“嗯，是仿宋字。其实我写的不好看，我爸爸写得很好，我跟他学的。”

"Um, they’re in imitation Song type. Actually, I don’t write beautifully; my dad writes really well, and I learned from him."

“挺好的啊，你爸爸也画画？”

"That's great! Does your dad paint too?"

“不，他画图。”方茴拿尺子比了比说：“剩下再把铅笔线擦掉就可以了，这个我自己做就行了，你早点回家吧，都让你帮了三天忙了。”

"No, he draws diagrams." Fang Hui measured it with a ruler and said, "I just need to erase the pencil lines, and I can do that myself. You should go home early; you’ve helped me for three days already."

“不用，我不着急，等你一起走吧。”陈寻忙说，“你能画板报其实是帮我的忙，要不我真没法跟侯老师交差！”

"No need, I’m in no hurry. Let’s leave together." Chen Xun quickly said, "You painting the bulletin board is helping me; otherwise, I’d have no way to report to Teacher Hou!"

“那谢谢了。”方茴笑了笑说。

"Then thank you." Fang Hui smiled in response.

陈寻情绪很高，他拿出了自己天天带着的随身听，摘掉耳机，把音量调到最大，当作录音机来放歌。

Chen Xun was in high spirits. He took out his portable cassette player that he carried every day, took off the headphones, turned the volume up to the max, and used it as a music player.

效果并不好的小机器在教室里一直断断续续放着：“多想说声我真的爱你，多想说声对不起你，你哭着说情缘已尽，难再续，难再续……你这样一个女人，让我欢喜让我忧，让我甘心为了你，付出我所有……”

The not-so-good quality machine played intermittently in the classroom: "How I want to say I really love you, how I want to say I'm sorry to you, you cried and said the romance is over, hard to continue, hard to continue...you, a woman like this, make me happy and troubled, make me willingly give everything for you..."

陈寻和方茴一边跟着哼哼两句，一边完成了板报。

While Chen Xun and Fang Hui hummed along, they finished the bulletin board.

站在凳子上，他们一人拉住一角，互相对齐。

Standing on stools, they each held one corner, aligning it with each other.

把纸贴在墙上的那一刻，两人相视而笑。

At the moment they attached the paper to the wall, they exchanged smiles.

走出教学楼时，他们欣喜地发现小卖部还没关门，于是一起买了汉堡和软包装的冰红茶，坐在操场边的双杠上吃了很简易的晚餐。

As they walked out of the teaching building, they joyfully realized the snack shop hadn’t closed yet, so they bought hamburgers and soft-pack iced tea together, sitting on the parallel bars by the playground for a very simple dinner.

月亮透过树叶斑驳的照在他们身上，也许因为夜晚，所以方茴所谓的陈寻身上那耀眼的光也恬淡了下来。

The moonlight filtered through the leaves and fell upon them, perhaps because it was night, the dazzling aura around Chen Xun that Fang Hui spoke of had also softened.

使她可以安心的这么坐在他身旁。

Allowing her to sit peacefully beside him.

“谢谢你。”方茴摇晃着腿说。

"Thank you," Fang Hui said, swinging her legs.

“不用客气！都说了其实是你帮我的。”陈寻笑着说，“你画的真棒！这次咱们班肯定第一！”

"No need to be polite! I said it’s really you helping me." Chen Xun said with a smile, "Your painting is really awesome! Our class will definitely come first this time!"

“也不一定，我能力有限，只能这样了。”

"That’s not certain, my abilities are limited, and I can only do this much."

“方茴。”陈寻突然很正式的说，“我觉得很好，真的，很好。”

"Fang Hui." Chen Xun suddenly said very solemnly, "I think it’s good, really, very good."

我想不管是怎样的赞美，人们都是喜欢听的。

I think no matter what kind of praise it is, people like to hear it.

所以面对陈寻的目光，方茴终于迎接了上去。

So faced with Chen Xun's gaze, Fang Hui finally met it head-on.

她轻轻的笑，刹那芳华。

She smiled gently, a fleeting moment of beauty.

这一段方茴讲的非常仔细，她穿了红色的外套，陈寻穿了白色的，英雄的水彩笔装在西瓜太郎的笔袋里，随身听是爱华的，放的是周华健的《让我欢喜让我忧》，鸡肉汉堡三块五一个，冰红茶是统一的，月亮差一点点就很圆了，学校里的树是槐树，双杠是铜杆可以调升降的那种……

In this segment, what Fang Hui described in great detail was wearing a red coat, while Chen Xun wore white. The watercolor pens were in a watermelon-themed pencil case, and the portable player was an Aihua brand, playing Jacky Cheung's "Let Me Be Happy, Let Me Be Troubled." The chicken burgers cost three yuan fifty each, the iced tea was from a unified brand, and the moon was almost perfectly round. The tree in the school was a locust tree, and the parallel bars could be adjusted in height.

多年之后，听她眯着眼睛淡淡的回忆这些，我突然心动想流眼泪。

Years later, hearing her squint and softly recall these details, I felt a sudden rush of emotion and wanted to cry.

文艺的说，是我看到了幸福的影子，也闻到了悲伤的问道。

In a poetic sense, I saw the shadow of happiness and smelled the scent of sorrow.

粗俗的讲，是方茴那迷离的样子让我的肾上腺激素分泌过剩了。

In a crude sense, it was Fang Hui’s enchanting look that made my adrenal glands overflow.

我有点心疼她，想去握住她的手，不是因为我没出息的对一心灵脆弱的少女有了龌龊的念头，而是因为我发现她的手在轻轻颤抖……

I felt a bit of pain for her and wanted to hold her hand, not because I had despicable thoughts towards a fragile girl, but because I noticed her hand was gently trembling…